Until today, Zhang Heng had only ridden horses twice, and both of them were when he was young, the kind of children's foal he rode in the park, led by a special person, and ran a few laps around the palm-sized field at a speed of about ten miles per hour.

In other words, this is actually the first time he really chose a horse as a means of transportation, although he also longed for the scene of galloping on a horse, but from the perspective of safety, Zhang Heng still decided to start with the primary difficulty and come step by step.

So he finally picked the shortest, thinnest, and a little shedding brown horse, compared with its companions, it looked relatively docile, Zhang Heng was not so resistant when he approached it, Zhang Heng took advantage of it to eat grass when it walked to its side.

Trying to stroke its back, the hairless brown horse sneezed, twisted twice, and saw that Zhang Heng had no intention of leaving, and it did not make more intense movements, and continued to bury its head in grazing.

It's you.

Zhang Heng made a decision in his heart, he didn't know that this horse was not as good as other horses, but no matter how good things were, they had to meet the right owner to be useful, and for Zhang Heng, there was no other horse more suitable for him than this horse with a Buddhist personality.

Not being able to run fast also has the advantage of not being able to run fast, at least the risk of him falling is much smaller.

After choosing his mount, Zhang Heng let the other horses go, and they were roasted along with the bar.

Then Zhang Heng did not rush on the road, but rode his new horse to the town for two laps first, reliving the feeling of riding a horse.

He still remembers a little bit of what he learned in the park.

For example, don't put the soles of your feet in the stirrups too dead, in case you are dragged by the horse as a rag when you fall off the horse, and there seems to be a saying about grabbing the reins, but Zhang Heng has forgotten it, and he also can't remember the sitting position on the horse, but he still remembers a little bit about starting and slowing down, and turned to him to study for a while, and he can barely do it, but he is not very skilled.

It can't be helped, after all, he is just a novice who is groping on his own, in fact, because of his excellent sense of balance and control of the body, he has done much better than most beginners.

After practicing for a while, Zhang Heng felt that he should almost be able to go on the road, so he put on his felt hat and set off in the direction of Lincoln County with the reins.

In the vast Gobi, a cowboy rider with two guns is riding his horse galloping under the scorching sun, which has the feeling of a Western.

Of course, it depends on how you define Mercedes-Benz, in fact, Zhang Heng and his hairless horses are only a little faster than walking.

But he doesn't have to walk by himself, Zhang Heng can't complain too much, and he doesn't dare to let this horse go, one is for his own safety, and the other is to prevent it from reaching the destination yet, this horse that doesn't seem to be good will run himself first, in that case, Zhang Heng can only walk.

One man and one horse embarked on the journey.

When the sun rose to the highest position in the sky, according to the usual practice, Zhang Heng found a slightly cooler place, dismounted and replenished some water and food, by the way, according to his current speed, I am afraid that it will be five days later to reach Lincoln County, there is no problem with food, but water, if the horse's share is also counted, it can only last for three days, of course, one or two days without drinking water can not die, but Zhang Heng does not have any masochistic habits.

According to the defunct Richie, there were other towns between the mining town and Lincoln County, but there was a little detour, and if the detour time was included, he would have to arrive in Lincoln County in seven days.

Fortunately, Zhang Heng is not short of time now.

After lunch, Zhang Heng and his hairless horse set out on the road again, this time for five hours.

The scene of the Gobi has a kind of desolate magnificence, but after looking at it for a long time, it will also have a sense of monotony.

In addition, after sitting on the horse for so long, Zhang Heng's muscles also began to feel sore, and at the same time, under the friction of the saddle, the sides of his thighs were also a little uncomfortable, and this was only his first day.

It is said that when the railroad was not yet built, cowboys sometimes had to travel for months to drive cattle, during which they had to take care of thousands of cattle, guard against wolves and snakes, and sometimes face ambushes from Indian tribes.

So the people who can do this job are some real warriors, and it's no wonder that the cowboy culture has been popular in the United States for so many years.

Zhang Heng's solo trip to the west was interrupted the next night, when he had just lit the fire and finished cooking and drank his boiled corn paste, after which he heard the sound of horses' hooves.

Zhang Heng took out the [filter lens] on his body, and when the visitor entered the effective range of the [filter lens], he saw the other party's appearance clearly, it was a middle-aged man, with a mustache, who seemed to have been running in the desert for a while, and he was disgraced, but it did not hide his handsome face.

However, the first thing Zhang Heng noticed was the police badge on his left chest, but this badge did not make him relax his vigilance.

It's the Wild West, known as the Land of Lawlessness, and no one can really rely on anyone except for the guns in their hands, and even the sheriff or bailiff and the like have many good and evil people, and the ones who have a stake in them even take it all in black and white.

Such people are even more dangerous than real bandits.

Zhang Heng didn't speak, and directly pulled out a Colt revolver from his waist.

The other party's reaction was also very fast, and he subconsciously pulled out his gun when he saw this.

However, the distance between the two was still about two hundred and fifty meters, and it was dark night, and with the blessing of [Filter Lens], he could not be Zhang Heng's opponent.

Zhang Heng even had time to wait for him to pull out the gun before pulling the trigger, considering the identity of the other party, this shot was just a warning. The bullet hit the gun in Mustache's hand accurately, sending his weapon flying.

"Oh, take it easy, friend, I'm a law enforcement officer, and I have no malice." The mustache grabbed the reins and stopped the horse, and the equestrian skill he inadvertently revealed made Zhang Heng very envious.

"Is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Magistrate." Zhang Heng didn't react when he heard this, said calmly, and didn't take back the gun in his hand.

The bailiff on the other side obviously understood Zhang Heng's vigilance, just like before he would draw his gun first and then choose to communicate, in this kind of inaccessible wilderness, no matter how careful he was, there was nothing wrong with it.

He raised his hands to show that he had no bad intentions, and let the horses get closer to the bonfire, and finally could roughly distinguish Zhang Heng's appearance, and was stunned, "Are you an Indian?" ”

Derpy said

Thank you for the book to read, Coldybear two children's boots for the reward~